When we woke up in the afternoon, she thanked me for being there. She doesn't like sleeping alone, when the lights are off. It's an interesting feeling, knowing that you make someone else feel safe. Normally, it's the the sort of thing that would make me feel uneasy, but who better than me to protect someone from what's real with my eagerness for violence and from what isn't real through my overwhelmingly banal disbelief?